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Here are my small successes for the week:

1. I finally went for my yearly physical (that I have not had in two years) this past Monday. I got my results today and my cholesterol is 44 points LOWER than it was the last time I had it checked! I guess all that exercising and eating right has paid off!

2. The boys and I have prayed a decade of the rosary for priests every morning before starting school. We used to start every school day with prayer, but we had to stop because J would be resistant about going back into the kitchen to do his school work, so we had stopped our prayer time and went right from breakfast to school. This week the boys prayed so well and there was no complaining about school . . . we will continue to roll with it as long as it works.

3. I finally made the homemade vanilla extract mentioned at Faith and Family, Live! I bought the vanilla beans a while ago, but we do not frequent liquor stores, nor did I want to take all 3 kids into the liquor store when I bought a half-gallon of vodka, so I had to wait until the kids were not with me and I actually remembered. Well, that happened this week!

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  1. I would love to make homemade vanilla. But, I can't imagine actually getting it done. Good for you!!

    I really need to do a decade a day with the kiddos. I know Brett would love it because he loves watching the rosary with Mother Angelica when he's all mad. It calms him down quickly. I should write a thankyou note to them:)

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  2. Great successes for the week! Gosh, 44 points...I didn't know that was possible! I think after exercising and eating better for a whole year my cholesterol actually went up a little - whoops!

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